Just Fine

The recipe:

Early on a slow morning
  let's say 7 AM,
Seasoned by Spring,

  it is still new,

The sun dancing rainbows on the
  wooden floor,
A cup of steaming coffee

  sweetened with smoky dark chocolate,

Two slices of multi-grain toast
  crispy, warm, buttered

  with a drizzle of honey

  dusted with twinklings of kosher salt,

A rocking chair near the open window

  a morning breeze delivering

  the chants of nearby birds,

On time.
Ah...
Om...
Just fine.

Waking

There is something to waking up slowly
into the sunshine
like a garden bound bumble bee
at first
too cold and stiff to stir.

It is a soulful rise
a fire rekindled
a reunion with our ancient source
massaging deep within the cells and tissues
soaking into our very souls
pleasing the ancestral memory through light
through heat
through energy that has always been
that warmed a billion bees to life
and grew untold cells of green glory.

Stepping into the light
saluting the new day
we are gifted with the power,
and so we are the power.